Co-written by CobraStyleLove
Disclaimer: We do not own PotC, sadly, but if we did then Elizabeth might just have a very nasty 'accident'...
Note: AU. Although this begins quite predictably, we tried to break away from the typical after that. The characters that enter the story do not follow the already written plot.
The bus slowed to a stop at the overcrowded station, the door swinging open to allow the people to disembark. A pair of girls exited in the middle of the bustling throng. Nothing about them was thoroughly remarkable and they blended into the people around them. The smallest had light brown hair pulled loosely into pigtails that reached her chest. The other was slightly taller, though not enough to tower over her friend. Her hand was constantly at her cheek, brushing stray locks of auburn hair away from her face. Their clothes, again, were nothing special- the brunette was clothed in black and white chequered shorts, and a bright hoodie, the other in a pair of baggy, grey jogging bottoms and an orange vest.
They were currently on a shopping trip, trying to make the most of their remaining time, before college started back, in just a few days. The girls, Laura Hayes and Emma Roland, were the best of friends, and basically did everything together- including sharing a dorm in college, and taking the same subjects. Purses in hands, they set off. The streets were packed with people who had the same idea as them. Shops were stiflingly hot as the bodies pressed together, the stored over-crowded. Searching for a bargain, Laura heard Emma's voice drift across the sea of noise, as she called her over to look at some tee shirt or other. Emma has always been the loudest of the inseparable pair. Laura was the quiet, practical one, the think-before-act one. They were good for each other, as they balanced out the others personalities.
After about fifty minutes of forcing their way through the stuffy streets, they decided to grab something to eat, something that wasn't fast food, dripping in God-knows-what. They turned down the first side street they came to, and entered a café to the left hand side. It was a pretty little tea room, that served only organic meals. They sat and ate for a while, leaving only when they were completely satiated. The shop neighbouring the small restaurant looked dim, but rather interesting- a sort of antique store.
A chime above the door announced their appearance, as they gingerly stepped inside. A boy of about fifteen sat behind the counter, moshing along to whatever music was blasting through his headphones. The contents was mostly junk, but walking along the shelves a few interesting items began to catch their eyes. A glowing red crystal, a matching set of necklaces, a shimmering diamond broach, and a mirror engraved in Chinese lettering. But, by now, money was running low, and they were weighed down by heavy bags. Laura picked up one of necklaces gently, examining the Latin inscription on the front. "Vestri Pectus Pectoris Votum..." she whispered, reading the lettering. The chain was silver, with a pendant of the same colour attached to it. It was encrusted with a dozen different coloured crystals. They were beautiful, and the price tag read £25- a price that seemed ridiculously cheap to her.
The bus ride home was more enjoyable than the first, thanks to the presence of their new purchases. By now their necklaces- or, rather, chokers, as they only reached the hollow at the base of the throat- were hanging around their necks, heated to the touch of their slightly chilled skin, During the summer Emma stayed with her family, mooching off them until the year started. Presently, the house was empty, thanks to her parents away at a party, and her younger brother at a 'gig', in the concert hall. He was staying at a friends afterwards- something which surprised Emma, as she hadn't known her brother even had any friends- so they had the house to themselves.
Laura flopped down onto the sofa, as she never felt awkward here, given she knew this house almost as well as her own. She listened to the sounds of glasses clinking together, from the kitchen. Within a few minutes, Emma hurried in carrying a tray covered in items guaranteed to be bad for their health. She bent and placed it down on the glass coffee table in front of them, grabbing the television remote in the process. The next few hours were spent watching random television programmes and drinking their way through several bottled of WKD, finally settling with a half bottle of Vodka. They weren't late going to bed, as they had been drinking since about seven.
After a short disagreement, Laura pulled the pillow up and lay back on the bed. Emma tugged the sleeping bag around her, grumbling about being made to sleep on the floor in own home. She slipped a DVD into the player and sat back to watch Pirates of the Caribbean. After laughing hysterically at Johnny Depp -or 'Jack Sparrow'- trying to yank a sword out of the door, a sword that was incidentally thrown by Orlando Bloom- or 'Will Turner', Emma lay back and turned her head in time to hear Laura murmur, "Wouldn't it be amazing to be there?"
"Yeah, I wish..." Emma replied, and lay back closing her eyes, as Laura giggled sleepily.
"Mm-hmm, me too..." was that last thing that was said, before they drifted off instantaneously.